Detective Red

Chapter 7 [ Cloaked Killer ]

Bold: flashbacks.

Patterns of blood stained the walls. I heard a huge crash coming from the end of the hallway -sounded like glass. Several knife-shaped reflections stood out in the corridor. Although, one in particular shocked me. A dark silhouette approached our door. I heard the sound of heavy breathing slamming itself against our steel door. My shotgun was outside. I barely stood a chance against him. Not only did I see blood leaking from the knife peaking through the door, but I heard it too.

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                                              BANG!

The hinges moved recklessly. The knife was wagging itself while the killer laughed away.
"COME OUT COME OUT! YOU MAY COME TO KILL ME! BUT NOT BEFORE I KILL YOU." He threatened.
Maya jumped up and grabbed both her G17s by her side. She stood ready just in front of the bed, signalling me to move as she aimed at the uncontrollable door.
"DIE! DIE! DIE!" The man shouted.
It was far too risky. I couldn't do this! But on the other hand, I had no choice. I turned around., doubting every single possible result that could come out of this. I looked up. She smiled.
"At least we don't have to share." Her smile faded into soft tears.
I let go of the handle. The door flew into my forehead, leaving a 2.5 inch mark. I averted my eyes to avoid being injured. I heard a bullet. I extended my eyelids to see a nightmare that I hadn't even dreamt of. Ruby liquid blanketed over the bedsheets as well as the carpet. A hole to shoulder and hole to the chest.
"MCKAYLA!" I screamed.
McKayla was stabbed in the chest while the killer stood there with his shoulder bleeding out from the right side gun. He retrieved his weapon before releasing a shotgun on his back. I charged right at him. Punching into his face again and again and again.

Captain's code: 'Do not have the intent to kill a fugitive in combat when in an emotional state.'

"DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE!" I hit him over and over again.

' If it is possible to capture the criminal -even though they may be wanted dead or alive- then do so.'

He seemed vulnerable. I grabbed the shotgun and threw it behind before kneeing him in the stomach and choking him against the wall.

' Last rule. Never, ever use the weapon of the criminal. Fingerprints may be used as black mail.'

I grabbed his knife and slit his right side cheek.

That's when he jumped back to life. He punched me in the face and kicked my left shin, forcing me to kneel down. He tried kicking me in the face, but I was able to grab his left leg and twisting it in a 90° degree motion and pushed him into the wardrobe. As I was still holding his leg, he gripped into the door handles and pushed off his right foot, kicking me in the chin and also allowing me to see a hole in his shoe that went through one layer. I let go in pain and instantly barged into him and threw him outside the door. He got back up without even checking for injuries. I acted fast by punching forwards, only for my fist to be pushed away and another one coming my way. I grabbed his forearm and rotated him to face where I was looking and put my right foot in front of his left and thrusted him forward. He countered by rolling forward and throwing me into the wall. I reached for the gun on my waist. I hastily spun it around on my finger and tried shooting him. Unexpectedly, he manoeuvred around the bullets perfectly by moving side to side, bouncing of the walls and doing flips. In a blink of an eye, my bullets ran out. I was in arms length. My life was literally packing up.